The best writers I know

are the ones who deeply hurt.

Secretly cut themselves

when no one is around.

Cry themselves to sleep

as their pillow gets soaked

with tears.


You’re Not Family

How is it that the person who was supposed to love you 

and protect you from the rest of the world,

end up being the one who would eventually stab you from the back and heart?

That person who was supposed to guide you

through your daily struggles,

whom not only exposed your deepest, darkest secret to everyone

but used them against you.

How can people be so cruel? How can they manage going through the thought

that they are slowly tearing someone apart?